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Everyone in Painters Mill knows the abandoned Hochstetler farm is haunted. But only a handful of the residents remember the terrible secrets lost in the muted/hushed whispers of time—and now death is stalking them, seemingly from the grave.

 On a late-night shift, Chief of Police Kate Burkholder is called to the scene of an apparent suicide—an old man found hanging from the rafters in his dilapidated barn. But evidence quickly points to murder and Kate finds herself chasing a singularly difficult ...

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Overview

Everyone in Painters Mill knows the abandoned Hochstetler farm is haunted. But only a handful of the residents remember the terrible secrets lost in the muted/hushed whispers of time—and now death is stalking them, seemingly from the grave.

 On a late-night shift, Chief of Police Kate Burkholder is called to the scene of an apparent suicide—an old man found hanging from the rafters in his dilapidated barn. But evidence quickly points to murder and Kate finds herself chasing a singularly difficult and elusive trail of evidence that somehow points back to the tragedy of that long ago incident. Meanwhile, Kate has moved in with state agent John Tomasetti and for the first time in so long, they're both happy; a bliss quickly shattered when one of the men responsible for the murders of Tomasetti’s family four years ago is found not guilty, and walks away a free man. Will Tomasetti be pulled back to his own haunted past?

When a second man is found dead—also seemingly by his own hand—Kate discovers a link in the case that sends the investigation in a direction no one could imagine and revealing the horrifying truth of what really happened that terrible night thirty-five years ago, when an Amish father and his four children perished—and his young wife disappeared without a trace.

And, as Kate knows—the past never truly dies . . . in The Dead Will Tell by Linda Castillo

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
05/12/2014
In the prologue, set in Painters Mill, Ohio, in 1979, of bestseller Castillo’s suspenseful sixth Amish thriller (after 2013’s Her Last Breath), 14-year-old Billy Hochstetler survives a brutal attack that kills his father and three siblings; his mother disappears. In present-day Painter’s Mill, police chief Kate Burkholder investigates the apparent suicide of a respectable middle-aged man found hanging in his barn, a small wooden Amish doll stuffed into his mouth. When three other pillars of the community report threatening notes, two of them end up dead, adorned with a similar Amish doll souvenir. Is there a connection to the decades-old tragedy? What’s the relationship between these new victims? And could Billy be the avenger? All the while, Kate struggles with boyfriend John Tomasetti’s anguish over developments in the prosecution of the murderers of his wife and children some years ago. Outwardly calm and thorough as always, the chief handles it all. Author tour. Agent: Nancy Yost, Nancy Yost Literary Agency. (July)
Kirkus Reviews
★ 2014-06-18
A pair of cold cases turns hot for an Ohio police chief with an Amish background. Painters Mill Police Chief Kate Burkholder is just settling into a romantic relationship with Bureau of Criminal Investigation agent John Tomasetti when two cases from the past throw their lives into turmoil. Tomasetti learns that one of the men who murdered his wife and children has gotten off on a technicality. His violent reaction is understandable but still disturbing to Kate, who thought he had put the past behind him; she has little time to ponder, though, when the gruesome killing of a solid citizen demands all her attention. No motive appears until the second and third murders reveal telling connections. All the victims were high school friends, and accusing letters they’d received suggest they may have been involved in the unsolved 1979 murder of an Amish family. Billy Hochstetler is the only survivor of that robbery attempt gone wrong. Soon after young Billy bragged to a friend about how well his family was doing in their woodworking business, several masked figures robbed and murdered his father and kidnapped his mother. While Billy tried to help his mother, his younger siblings—locked in the cellar by the killers—burned to death when a lantern overturned. Billy has finally married and is running a successful apple orchard, but his guilt is constantly with him. Two men who may have been involved refuse to admit to any connection. One is a preacher known for his good deeds, the other a town counselor who dislikes Kate but wants police protection. Although Kate is no longer Amish, her connections with the sect turn up information about the missing Mrs. Hochstetler that may be crucial. No one who picks up Kate’s stunning sixth case (Her Last Breath, 2013, etc.), a marriage of thriller and police procedural, will put it down unfinished.
From the Publisher
Linda Castillo’s New York Times bestselling Kate Burkholder novels are:

"gripping."—People

"Chilling."—USA Today

"excellent." —Publishers Weekly

"stunning." —Lisa Scottoline

"MASTERFUL."—Booklist

"Fascinating."—RT Book Reviews

Library Journal
★ 06/15/2014
Thirty-five years ago in Painters Mill, OH, the Hochstetler family was robbed in the middle of the night. The crime began as a quick money scheme but swiftly turned sinister, resulting in the deaths of the entire Amish family except for a teenage son who escaped. No suspects were found, and the case went unsolved. Suddenly this cold case is back on the radar when a prominent man is found dead with a clue connected to the Hochstetler murders. Soon several other residents die suspiciously, all with hints tied to the 1979 crime. Chief Kate Burkholder and her police force work feverishly to connect the dots between the murder victims and the cold case before the killer strikes again. Cryptic notes and sightings of a ghostly Amish woman late at night are linked to the recent deaths. Is a supernatural vengeance to blame? VERDICT Castillo weaves a taut mystery in her sixth series title (after Her Last Breath) that will keep suspense fans glued to their books and ereaders.—Mary Todd Chesnut, Northern Kentucky Univ. Lib., Highland Heights
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250029577
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 7/8/2014
  • Series: Kate Burkholder Series , #6
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 17,187
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Linda Castillo is the New York Times bestselling author of the Kate Burkholder novels, including Sworn to Silence and Her Last Breath, crime thrillers set in Amish country. The first book in the series, Sworn to Silence, was recently was adapted into a Lifetime Original Movie titled "An Amish Murder" starring Neve Campbell as Kate Burkholder. Castillo is the recipient of numerous industry awards including the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence, the Holt Medallion and a nomination for the RITA. In addition to writing, Castillo’s other passion is horses. She lives in Texas with her husband and is currently at work on her next novel.

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CHAPTER 1

Present day

It had been a long time since he’d closed down a bar, especially a dive like the Brass Rail Saloon. The music was too loud, the liquor was bottom-shelf, and the crowd was too young and rowdy to do anything but give him a headache. It was the last kind of place you’d find a man like him. The last kind of place he wanted to be. Tonight, it suited his needs to a T. The place was dark and anonymous—and no one would remember him.

He’d received four notes so far, each becoming progressively more disturbing. He discovered the first in his mailbox last week. I know what you did. The second was taped to the windshield of his Lexus. I know what all of you did. He found the third note lying on the threshold inside the storm door off the kitchen. Meet me or I go to the police. Each note was written in blue ink on a sheet of lined notebook paper that had been torn in half. He’d found the fourth note earlier this evening, taped to the front door. Hochstetler farm. 1 a.m. Come alone.

At first he’d tried to convince himself he didn’t understand the meaning of the messages. There were a lot of crazies out there. He was a successful man, after all. He had a nice home. Lived a comfortable lifestyle. Drove an expensive car. In the eyes of a few, that made him fair game. A target because someone else wanted what he had, and they were willing to do whatever it took to get it.

He’d crumpled the notes and tossed them in the trash. He’d done his best to forget about them. But he knew the problem wasn’t going to go away.

I know what all of you did.

Someone knew things they shouldn’t. About him. About the others. About that night. They knew things no one could possibly know.

Unless they’d been there, a little voice added.

He’d racked his brain, trying to figure out who. There was only one explanation: Someone was going to blackmail him. But who?

Then two nights ago, he saw her, walking alongside the road near his house. But when he’d stopped for a better look, she was gone, leaving him to wonder if he’d seen anything at all. Or maybe it was his conscience playing tricks on him.

It had been years since he spoke to the others. But after receiving the third note, he’d done his due diligence and made the calls. None of them admitted to having received any sort of suspicious correspondence, but promised to let him know if that changed. If any of them knew more than they were letting on, they didn’t let it show.

After finding the latest note, he’d gone about his business as usual the rest of the evening. He’d ordered Chinese takeout and watched a movie. Afterwards, he’d broken the seal on the bottle of Macallan Scotch whisky his daughter gave him for Christmas two years ago. At eleven thirty, restless and edgy, he’d opened the gun cabinet, loaded the Walther .380 and dropped it into the inside pocket of his jacket. Grabbing the keys to his Lexus, he drove to the only place he knew of that was still open: the Brass Rail Saloon.

Now, sitting at a back booth with chain saw rock echoing in his ears and two shots of watered-down Scotch burning a hole in his gut, he stared at the clock on the wall and waited.

I know what all of you did.

Watching two young girls who didn’t look old enough to drink head toward the dance floor, he tugged his iPhone from his pocket and scrolled down to the number he wanted. It was too late to call, especially a man who was little more than a stranger to him these days, so he drafted a text instead.

Meet is on. Will call 2 let you know outcome.

He sat there for a moment before pressing Send, staring at the phone, assuring himself there was no way anyone could know what he’d done. It had been thirty-five years. A lifetime. He’d married, built a successful real estate firm, raised four children, and gone through a divorce. He was semi-retired now. A grandfather and respected member of the community. He’d put that night behind him. Forgotten it had ever happened. Or tried to.

Someone knows.

A knife-stab of dread sank deep into his gut. Sighing, he dropped the phone back into his pocket and glanced up at the clock again. Almost 1 A.M. Time to go. Finishing his drink, he grabbed his keys off the table and then made for the door.

Ten minutes later he was heading north on Old Germantown Road. Around him the rain was coming down so hard, he could barely see the dividing lines.

“Keep it between the beacons,” he muttered, taking comfort in the sound of his own voice.

All these years, he’d believed the past no longer had a hold on him. Sometimes he almost convinced himself that night had never really happened. That it was a recurring nightmare and an overactive imagination run amok. But on nights like this, the truth had a way of sneaking up on you, like a garrote slipping over your head. And he knew—he’d always known—somewhere inside the beating, cancerous mass that was his conscience, that some sins could never be forgiven. He owed penance for what he’d done. And he’d always known that someday fate or God—or maybe Satan himself—would see to it that he paid his debt.

Gripping the steering wheel, he leaned forward so that his nose was just a few inches from the windshield. The rain drumming against the roof was as loud as a hail of bullets against tin siding. On the stereo Jim Morrison’s haunting voice rose above the roar. There was something reassuring about music on nights like this. It was a sign of life and reminded him there were other people out there and made him feel less isolated and a little less alone. Tonight, he swore to God that was the same song that had been playing that night.

Glancing away from the road, he reached down and punched the button for another station. When he looked up, she was there, on the road, scant yards from his bumper. He stomped the brake hard. The Lexus skidded sideways. The headlights played crazily against the curtain of rain, the black trunks of the trees. The car spun 180 degrees before jolting to a halt, facing the wrong direction.

For the span of several heartbeats, he sat there, breathing heavily, gripping the wheel hard enough to make his knuckles ache. He’d never believed in ghosts, but he knew there was no way in hell he could have seen what his eyes were telling him. Wanetta Hochstetler had been dead for thirty-five years. It had to be the booze playing tricks on him.

Fearing a cop would happen by and find him sitting in his car in the dead of night with his hands shaking and the smell of rotgut whiskey on his breath, he turned the vehicle around. But he couldn’t leave. Not without making sure. He squinted through the windshield, but his headlight beams revealed nothing on the road or shoulder. A quiver of uneasiness went through him when he spotted the old mailbox. The thing had been bashed in a dozen times over the decades—by teenagers with beer bottles or baseball bats—and even peppered with holes from shotgun pellets. But he could still make out the name: HOCHSTETLER.

He didn’t have a slicker or flashlight, but there was no avoiding getting out of the vehicle. He was aware of the pistol in his pocket, but it didn’t comfort him, didn’t make him feel any safer. Leaving the engine running, he turned up the collar of his jacket and swung open the door. Rain lashed his face as he stepped into the night. Water poured down his collar, the cold clenching the back of his neck like cadaver fingers.

“Who’s there?” he called out.

He went around to the front of the vehicle and checked the bumper and hood. No dents. No blood. Just to be sure, he rounded the front end and ran his hands over the quarter panel on the passenger side, too. Not so much as a scratch. He hadn’t hit anything, human or otherwise. Just his tired eyes playing tricks …

He was standing outside the passenger door when she stepped out of the darkness and fog. The sight of her paralyzed him with fear. With something worse than fear. The knowledge that he’d been wrong. That time never forgot, no matter how badly you wanted it to—and the reckoning had finally come.

Her dress clung to a body that was still slender and strong and supple. The pouring rain and darkness obscured the details of her face. But she still had that rose-petal mouth and full lips. Long hair that had yet to go gray. He knew it was impossible for her to be standing there, unchanged, after all these years. After what happened to her. After what they did to her.

“It can’t be you.” The voice that squeezed from his throat was the sound of an old man on his deathbed, gagging on his own sputum, begging for a miracle that wasn’t going to come.

Her mouth pulled into a smile that turned his skin to ice. “You look surprised to see me.”

“You’re dead.” He scraped unsteady fingers over his face, blinked water from his eyes. But when he opened them, she was still there, as alive and familiar as the woman who’d been visiting his nightmares for thirty-five years. “How—?”

Never taking her eyes from his, she opened the driver’s-side door, and killed the engine. Keys in hand, she went to the rear of the vehicle and pressed the trunk release. The latch clicked and the trunk sprang open.

“Get in,” she said.

When he didn’t move she produced a revolver and leveled it at his chest. He thought of the Walther in his pocket, wondered if he could get to it before she shot him dead.

He raised his hands. “What do you want?”

Stepping closer, she jabbed the revolver at him so that the muzzle was just two feet from his forehead. Her arm was steady, her finger inside the guard, snug against the trigger. “Do it.”

Shaking uncontrollably, he climbed into the trunk and looked up at her. “We didn’t mean it. I swear we didn’t mean it.

He didn’t hear the shot.

*   *   *

Belinda Harrington stood on the porch of her father’s house and knocked on the door hard enough to rattle the frame. “Dad?” She waited a minute and then used the heel of her hand and gave the wood a dozen hard whacks. “Dad? You home?”

She’d been trying to reach him for two days now, but he hadn’t returned her calls. That wasn’t unusual; the man was independent to a fault. He’d been known to ignore calls when it suited him. Still, two days was a long time. Even for Dale Michaels.

Wishing she’d remembered to bring her umbrella, she scanned the driveway through the cascade of water coming off the roof. His Lexus was parked in its usual spot; he had to be here somewhere. She wondered if he’d found himself a lady friend and they were holed up at her place or a hotel up in Wooster. Belinda wouldn’t put it past him. Mom hadn’t come right out and said it, but she let Belinda know in no uncertain terms that fidelity had never been one of Dale Michaels’s strong points.

Cupping her hands on either side of her mouth, she called for him. “Dad!”

Her eyes wandered to the barn twenty yards away, and for the first time, she noticed the sliding door standing open a couple of feet. Though he’d never been burglarized, her father was a stickler about security. He wouldn’t leave the barn door open, especially if he wasn’t home. The initial fingers of worry kneaded the back of her neck. Had he gone out to feed the chickens and fallen? Was he lying there, unable to get up and waiting for help? He wasn’t accident prone, but she supposed something could’ve happened. What if he’d had a heart attack?

Tenting her jacket over her head, she jogged across the gravel. The rain was really coming down, and by the time she reached the barn, her shoes and the hem of her pants were soaked. Shoving open the barn door another foot, Belinda stepped inside and shook rain from her jacket. The interior was dark and smelled of chicken poop and moldy hay. A few feet away, three bantam hens scratched and pecked at the floor. Stupid things. She wondered why her father kept them. Half the time, they didn’t lay eggs and spent their days tearing up the petunias she’d planted for him last spring. Pulling her jacket closed against the cold, she flipped the light switch, but the single bulb didn’t help much.

“Dad? You out here?”

Belinda listened for a response, but it was difficult to hear anything above the incessant pound of rain against the tin shingles. There were a dozen or so places where water dripped down from the leaky roof to form puddles on the dirt floor. At least the chickens had plenty to drink.

The barn was a massive structure with falling-down horse stalls and high rafters laced with cobwebs. As kids, she and her brother had played out here; they’d even had a pony once. But neither she nor her brother had been interested in animals, and once her father had gotten his real estate company up and running, the place became a workshop where he tinkered with cars. The workbench with the Peg-Board back was still there, but the tools were covered with dust. A dozen or so boards were stacked haphazardly against the wall. The old rototiller stood in silhouette against the window where dingy light bled in. When her brother was twelve years old, he’d nearly taken his foot off with that thing.

The loose dirt from the floor stuck to her shoes as she crossed to the workbench. Belinda called out for him one final time and started for the door. She was midway there when something to her right, on the other side of a fat beam caught her attention. Cautiously, she moved closer and looked up, found herself staring at the leather soles of shoes and the hems of slacks. She stumbled back, her eyes taking in legs and then the torso of a man. One arm hanging down. Neck bent at an unnatural angle.

A sound she didn’t recognize tore from her throat. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that thing hanging from the rafters was her father. That he was dead and she was sad his life had ended this way, and without so much as a good-bye. But the shock of seeing his lifeless body, so grotesque in death, overrode any impending sense of grief or loss.

“Dad! Oh my God! Dad! What did you do?”

Screaming, Belinda Harrington turned and sprinted through the door and into the pouring rain.

Copyright © 2014 by Linda Castillo

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  • Posted July 8, 2014

     Nooked it this morning and couldn' t put it down. Terriffic rea

     Nooked it this morning and couldn' t put it down. Terriffic read from begining to end.
    Well done Linda Castillo !


    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 1, 2014

    EXCELLENT

    As usual, Linda Castillo has unlocked more Amish stories that are fascinating. . .and they are all different. I love this author.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 16, 2014

    Another breathtaking, heart stopping, on the edge of your seat K

    Another breathtaking, heart stopping, on the edge of your seat Kate Burkholder book. It's filled with bombshell situations, twist and turns that leave you shell shocked.
    It was a page turner that had me up all night reading. I'm looking forward to the next Kate Burkholder book, I'm just sorry I have to wait a year for it.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 13, 2014

    Great book

    The book had me hooked all the way to the end.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 11, 2014

    This book is everything you expect from Linda. Once again I cou

    This book is everything you expect from Linda. Once again I couldn't stop reading the book and enjoyed the book the whole way through.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2014

    MG

    THIS BOOK WAS SPELL BINDING AS KATE BUCKHOLDER BOOKS ALWAYS ARE.LINDA COSTILLO HAS CREATED THIS SERIES AND YOU CAN'T PUT THEM DOWN WHEN YOU GET THEM I AM ALWAYS ON THE LOOK FOR HER NEXT BOOK. IT WILL BE INTERESTING TO SE IF KATE AND TOMMASINO GET MARRIED.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 4, 2014

    Great story, kept me guessing the whole time, I can't wait for #

    Great story, kept me guessing the whole time, I can't wait for #7. 

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 2, 2014

    Highly recommend reading this novel.

    Once again Linda Castillo has given us a thrilling captivating book!! A must read!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 1, 2014

    Highly Recommended

    I really like this author. Hopefully she will continue to write this series.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 1, 2014

    Loved it

    Waiting for the next one.

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  • Posted August 1, 2014

    extremely excellent

    I have read all the books in this series and they are all excellent. This one is one of my favorites - I couldn't put it down, yet didn't want it to end. I highly recommend every "Kate Burkholder" book. I guess I'll have to re-read them until the next one comes out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2014

    Another great read

    Love love love it great read love kate picked it up could not put it down cant wait to read the next one thank you

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 20, 2014

    more from this reviewer

    An unsolved horrific crime from years ago seems to be connected

    An unsolved horrific crime from years ago seems to be connected to a new series of deaths but why? And is it possible the only surviving victim of that long-ago home invasion could be behind the current crimes?

    Painters Mill certainly isn’t the kind of town where you’d normally come across crimes as dark as these but Kate Burkholder is determined to bring peace back to the small yet diverse community. If that means stirring up old emotions, so be it; vengeance may be at the heart of everything that’s happening but 35 years is a very long time to wait, isn’t it? Kate’s investigation begins to reveal more than she could ever have anticipated and, in the end, she’ll be confronted with a murderer who’s as cold-blooded and twisted as she’s ever met.

    Kate is a cop I’ve grown to admire more and more mostly because of her intelligence and her compassion but also because her Amish background colors her personality and her ability to do her job. Being police chief is never an easy position to be in but Kate takes it in stride and has truly earned the respect and devotion of her team. The job isn’t everything, though, and her relationship with John Tomasetti keeps her going in those inevitable dark moments.

    Tomasetti has his own issues in The Dead Will Tell when he learns that one of the men who allegedly killed his own family has escaped the justice he so richly deserved and watching him and Kate struggle with this was as elemental to the story as Kate’s current investigation. Ms. Castillo is great at coming up with a plot that keeps the reader on edge but it’s her character development that really shines throughout each book. These two have become old friends I want to spend time with and I’ll be looking forward to our next encounter.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2014

    5 stars *****

    Love this series 5 stars :)

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 17, 2014

    The Dead Will Tell by Linda Castillo I found this book to be a

    The Dead Will Tell by Linda Castillo

    I found this book to be a tense, fast-paced murder mystery that kept me interested from the first page to the last. It is part of the Kate Buckholder series, but reading prior books is not necessary but for some background in the main character relationships. I found it interesting to learn some of the Amish language and get a picture of how they may interact with outsiders. A truly suspenseful and good read.

    Kate Buchholder investigates a current murder that seems to be connected to a cold case from 35 years ago.

    I won a copy of this book from Goodreads First Reads.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 14, 2014

    Castillo did it again! Another great page turner that you can't

    Castillo did it again! Another great page turner that you can't put down until you finish. Her books are well written with interesting characters that will suck you in. The only problem with her Amish murder mysteries is that she can't write them fast enough. I love Castillo's books!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2014

    *****

    Great story,couldn't put book down til finished.
    I'm waiting for book 7

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2014

    highly recommended- keeps you guessing

    Linda Castillo is one of my favorite authors. Her Kate Burkholder series is always exciting and keeps you on the edge of your seat. Excellant series.

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  • Posted October 6, 2014

    Enjoyed this Amish suspense again.  Always  look forward to the

    Enjoyed this Amish suspense again.  Always  look forward to the next book in this series.  This had a lot of twists and turns in the story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2014

    Did not disappoint

    I love this series and this was a fast read with several twists

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